One Touch: One Kiss

William Asher opened the cottage door looking for Maya. He raised that girl to the best of his abilities; also knowing the Doom Cemetery environment wasn’t the right place to raised her. He once applied to get her into a school for girls but she refused pointedly. A quick search revealed Maya wasn’t home. “Hello Dad,” The older man stood motionless looking at his only son. He kept his face expressionless; being on guard. He doesn’t trust his son. “What do you want; Billy?” “I need your help.” “I don’t want to help you. Whatever trouble you are in; sort it yourself.” William need to get out of the cottage. He doesn’t want Maya to walk in on them. He grabbed the shovel he briefly placed against the cabinet. He pushed past his son. “Get out of my way.” “I need your help Dad.” He quickly grabbed hold of his arm. “Let go,” William pushed him out of the way. He walked towards the area where he needed to dig the new grave. He starts to work but kept his eyes on his son who seemed ve

It took a moment before Maya managed to get her run away emotions under control. The very presence of the man in front of her has her overwhelm but also strangely at ease. She slowly stepped away from him. She took a deep breath before lifting her head to looked into his face. She stood still just studying his expression.“Hi,” she said softly, while she kept looking. She stood motionless just looking at his expression. Her immediate thought he looked like the models of the covers of romance novels.“Do you like what you see Maya?” he asked softly…teasingly.She said nothing just keep looking at him. She slowly studies the contours of his face; noticed the black thickness of his hair that just covers his shoulders in length. His nose straight just above his thin upper lip and full lower lip. What kept pulling her towards him was his bleak blueish eyes. The longer she kept looking the more it changes in color and depth.“Thomas Roman, you said.” She queries in a tone of questioning yet

Maya slowly walked amongst the graves. She kept looking at the headstones. She had grown up here but today it took a moment before she realized, the stones only carry the name in the grave not the date of birth or when that person had died.“This is very odd,” she mumbles.It took another moment before she realized she stood close to Thomas’s tomb. The memory comes flooding back remembering how that stupid girls had managed to trap her in there.“Waking up in there I didn’t realized what I would uncover. I always thought my life was simple and ordinary, but apparently not.” She voiced her though out loud.She steps closer to the tomb searching for a way inside. She can’t seem to find something that would suggest that’s the way in. She was so intended that she didn’t realized she wasn’t alone.“Are you missing your future house Maya?” Olivia Stone stood slightly behind her. She wasn’t alone. The two girls with her clearly was not aware of her cruel streak.Maya had turned watching the

“Maya may I tell you something? It’s silly, called it cliché but I want you to know this.” “I am curious.” She still nestles securely against his chest. In truth she never truly craves human touch but everything is so different yet natural with him. “I had watch you grow into the beautiful person that you are. I think I realized the truth from my being when you turned eighteen. I found absolute pleasure in watching you smile, the way the corners of your lips curves.” Maya blushed but said nothing. His hand lay softly across her heart. He can feel the strong beating. She suddenly felt his lips against her neck softly kissing the artery there. “Are you hungry Maya? I noticed lately that you don’t eat much.” He kept his arms tightly around her body. He was aware of all her emotions but he kept them to himself. “I don’t have much of an appetite.” “Why is that?” “I feel nervous…uncertain. The truth is I am not sure what to make of my future.” Her finger start caressing the enchanted

Gia sits motionless in the darkest corner of the gardens. Since she had slipped away from the doctor, she holds onto the photo like it’s the most precious thing. She treasures the little paper pretending its her daughter she was holding against her heart. She can feel her heart beat throbbing in her throat as her thoughts wanders back to that day in Doom Cemetery.“Maya…” her voice just a whisper. She only nursed her baby for seven days before she left and never looked back.“Bastard,” she hissed while remembering her husband. “You are the reason I didn’t see my child growing up. Now after many years; the first time I see her is on a photo taken by an outsider.” Silent tears stream down her face. After sometime she finally looked at the cell number scrawl down on the back of the photo. Turning the photo around to look at the face so similar to her own.“Would you answer if I call?” she asked the girl who only slightly smile while looking past the camera. It appears she wasn’t aware of